The day of September 4, 2012 I held my breath for seven hours. My mind raced with the details that were filling Lucas’ first day of kindergarten; was his teacher kind? were the kids kind? did he speak up when he needed to use the bathroom? would he like the lunch I had packed him? I exhaled when I saw him step off the bus, a smile on his face. Relief. My son had survived his first day of kindergarten and more importantly so had I. Seven years later and Lucas has more than survived, he’s gained confidence, spirit and strength through those first friendships and the many more that formed, through the teachers that challenged him and supported him he learned that sometimes discipline is belief and struggles are progress and through the parents that supported me so that I could support him he saw the beauty and felt the love of community.
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God bless Oliver, a boy with wit, silliness and sincerity. Observant and inquisitive, noticing all the details that make him thoughtful and make him worry.
He’s been ordering off of the adult menu since he was nine, finding the kids menu too limiting for his refined palette. His tastes, humor and empathy are beyond his years. I often ask his opinion when I’m struggling with something at work. He leans into these discussions and no matter how complex my question he always manages to share something insightful.
